Author's Note: This is Lifeline's daily medical log that he keeps. Every time I update this, it will be the current date (hopefully), as if this is going on now.
August 22, 2004
This is going to be an interesting next few weeks. That's an understatement. While on a mission down in southern Mexico to capture some drug cartels who'd been supplying Cobra with money, it was discovered that there was an actual Cobra base there.
Beach Head and Gung Ho somehow managed to probably break roughly half the bones in each of their bodies. Some of which include broken legs, ribs, wrist bones (Gung Ho), broken arm (Gung Ho again) and broken bones in the foot (Beach Head). These were accompanied of course by the usual bullet holes, bruises, and a dislocated shoulder (Gung Ho yet again). Both of them were admitted yesterday.
Beach Head and Gung Ho in my infirmary for several weeks. God help me. I mean, just today, one day after arriving, Beach Head made an ill-conceived escape attempt. He didn't make it too far, I mean, the man is busted up really bad. The only reason he wasn't noticed right away was because Gung Ho was creating a diversion. I really don't like Cajun songs, you know that? Especially when they're being bellowed at the top of someone's lungs.
Anyway, the rest of the group only suffered minor injuries compared to the Ranger and the Marine.
I'll bet the Greenshirts will be happy the next few weeks. Maybe longer, that cast will be on a while. But knowing Beach Head he'll be out there, crutch, broken bones and all. I wonder who's going to cover for him.
Why do they have to be stuck in the infirmary? With me? For weeks? Why couldn't it be, never mind. I'm a doctor, I shouldn't be having a problem with this. They're my patients.